Mu Guifan was checking the surveillance camera, frowning and saying, "This old man didn't just come today. She was waiting here all night last night."

Su Bao looked at the surveillance screen.

In the picture, the old woman was wrapped tightly in the only plastic film she wore, lying on her side on a long stone bench.

It was windy and rainy, and she was shivering. She didn't know whether she fell asleep or passed out, so she waited like this all night.

During this period, she shouted a few times. She looked at the lights on the second floor of the self-built building in front of her, but they went out quickly, and no one responded to her.

Until daybreak, the old man slowly woke up, stood up tremblingly, and trudged back the same way...

"Dad..." Su Bao's nose was sore: "Where did she go?"

Mu Guifan stood up and looked out from a distance. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he said, "I don't know, but she is back now."

In the distance, an old man walked tremblingly through the vegetable field and came this way.

Her eyes were dull, as if she couldn't feel anything and couldn't see her own body.

The old man walked to the stone bench and stopped, shivering and sat down, clutching the white plastic film on his chest with trembling hands.

Then he looked up at the building with cloudy eyes and shouted: "Son... open the door, Mom is cold..."

"Open the door..."

She shouted a few times, then stopped and stared upstairs. After a long time, she didn't see anyone coming out to open the door, so she shouted again:

"Son... open the door. Mom doesn't eat much. She can take care of herself, wash her face and take a shower... please open the door."

The old and sad voice shouted a few times and then stopped. After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.

She curled up, as if she was cold, and couldn't help shivering: "Open the door... Your brother won't open the door for mom either. Mom is going to die from the cold... It's so cold..."

The old man murmured, with disappointment and confusion in his cloudy eyes. He raised his hand to wipe his tears, stood up bent over, and walked towards the path in despair.

Su Bao didn't say a word and followed after him.

Su Hewen held up the camera and witnessed everything, and couldn't help but open his mouth.

Hanhan leaned close to him, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and asked blankly: "What do you mean? Is the old lady here to see her son? Why didn't her son open the door... Is no one at home?"

Su Hewen pursed his lips and said, "Stop asking, let's go."

Mu Guifan held an umbrella and handed it to Su Hewen: "Follow me."

He did not leave, but stayed here looking at the old man's body while glancing upstairs with a cold look.

The curtains upstairs moved, and silence soon returned.

It's not that no one is home, they even know that the old man is dead.

But you have watched it with cold eyes until now, and you are not willing to come down and be the first person to collect the body even if you die?

Su Jinmo was already stunned. Just now, an old man with the same corpse as the old man in front of him appeared in Su Hewen's camera.

Wha, what do you mean??

Mu Guifan glanced at him: "Follow up and take a look at them. They are just a few children... Why don't you look at the corpses here?"

Su Jinmo immediately followed: "I'm going to see Su Bao."

Su Hewen had already run behind Su Bao holding an umbrella and silently held the umbrella for her.

The old man's soul moved very slowly, shivering and trembling, still as before when he was alive. The wind blew the white plastic film on her body. She clung to this to protect her from the rain. She was wearing short sleeves and no warm jacket or cover.

Raincoat.

I don’t know how I lived during my lifetime...

Su Bao and his party followed slowly.

The old man walked all the way and then walked to the street outside. After walking for a while, he came to another self-built building this time.

"Second brother...are you at home?" she shouted cautiously.

No one answered.

The old lady stood hunched over for a while, then shouted: "Second brother, open the door, Mom is so cold..."

Still no one responded.

The old man wiped his tears and walked further this time.

This section of the road had already left the urban area of ​​Zhijiang. Su Bao and the others followed for an hour to a village on the edge of the urban area.

The old man came to a house, stretched out his hand, and patted the door tremblingly.

"Jasmine...is anyone home?"

She was a little anxious and shook the iron door.

"Mom went to find your brother. Your brother didn't open the door for mom. Please open the door for mom..."

The family didn't open the door either.

The old man's eyes were already filled with sadness and despair. He walked dully through the village and came to a house at the end of the village.

"Xiao Yao, are you at home? Open the door..." The old man cried: "Mom has nowhere to go, please open the door."

She didn’t know if her youngest son had opened the door for her before she was alive. There was a hint of surprise on the old man’s face, and he quickly said: “Xiao Yao... Mom is so cold and she hasn’t eaten...”

I don’t know what the youngest son said at that time, but the old man knelt down and said, "Please go in for mom... Mom can also change her clothes..."

She grabbed something, but quickly lowered her hand and sat alone in the wind and rain.

The old man's eyes were dull. He didn't know how long it had been, but he finally sighed, stood up on his legs and knees, and continued to return the same way.

She passed by her daughter's door again and shouted several times, but no one opened the door.

Then I walked on a long journey alone... from the village to the city. Although it was not in the city center, it was still on the edge of Zhijiang City.

She passed by her second son's door again and shouted several times, but no one opened the door.

She mechanically walked to her eldest son's house and returned to where she started.

At this point, Su Bao and the others have completely figured it out.

The old man is repeating the route he took before his death.

She kept walking, knocking on the door, and hoping that some child would open the door for her...

Su Bao watched helplessly as she shouted several times in front of the eldest son's house to stop, shouted several times to listen, and finally wiped away her tears, starting the cycle again.

Su Bao stretched out his hand and stopped her.

"Grandma, don't go." Su Bao's voice was trembling: "They won't open the door."

The old man paused and looked straight at Su Bao's hand. After a long time, he turned around and looked at Su Bao strangely.

"Child, which family are you from? Why did you run out on a rainy day? Do your parents know?"

Su Bao was stunned.

The old man shook his head again and said: "Go back quickly, ah, your parents will be anxious later..."

After she finished speaking, she raised her feet again and staggered out.

Su Bao grabbed her clothes and said loudly: "Don't leave, they won't open the door for you, you are already dead, do you know?"

She said in a choked voice: "You are already dead."

Why didn't she stop the car when she passed by in the morning?

Why did she only see the scene of the old man walking by in the foreseeable future, but not see her walking behind him so many times?

Su Bao only felt guilty and didn't know what was going on. After seeing her death process, she felt like a huge stone was stuck in her heart.

why……

The doors to which the old woman opened the door are her children's doors.

Why don't they open the door to their mother?
Chapter completed!